Random memory resurfaced of being in the barber’s chair. I was 30 years old, Linda had been cutting my hair since I was 3.
After the cut for the first time ever, she ran the trimmers over the backs of my ears. That had never happened before.
I immediately realized in that moment I’m old and I now have old man hair on my ears
Not quite the same thing but the thought that comes to mind-
I fondly remember this one day in particular from when I was working in a woodshop, it was cold out and the garage I worked out of wasn’t insulated. I was stopping to take my lunch break.
It was a stressful job, learning tons of new skills, many completely unrelated to woodworking, my boss wasn’t always pleasant to me, but this day I was content with myself, and I just remember drinking hot water with lemon juice out of my insulated water bottle, eating my ham and cheese sandwich, and watching the world out the open garage door as a song I loved by Emanicpator played from my phone speaker
And I just felt at peace with myself and the world. Content with the moment I was existing in.
It’s a feeling I reminisce about periodically. Sometimes I find that place, at the most trivial of times, and its kinda magical :)